They're gathered in circles The lamps light their faces The crescent moon rocks in the sky The poets of drumming Keep heartbeats suspended The smoke swirls up and then dies Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror? Cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself You can look at each other Or you can look at the face, the face of your god The stories are woven And fortunes are told The truth is measured by the weight of your gold The magic lies scattered On rugs on the ground Faith is conjured in the night market's sound Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror? Cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself You can look at each other Or you can look at the face, the face of your god The lessons are written On parchments of paper They're carried by horse from the river Nile Says the shadowy voice In the firelight, the cobra Is casting the flame a winsome smile Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror? Cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself You can look at each other Or you can look at the face, the face of your god
The Mask and Mirror ♪ official lyrics A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones It's there that my heart is longing All for the love of you A painting hangs on an ivy wall Nestled in the emerald moss The eyes declare a truce of trust Then it draws me far away Where deep in the desert twilight Sand melts in pools of the sky Darkness lays her crimson cloak Your lamps will call me home And so it's there my homage's due Clutched by the still of the night Now I feel you move And every breath is full So it's there my homage's due Clutched by the still of the night Even the distance feels so near All for the love of you A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones It's there that my heart is longing All for the love of you A farmer there lived in the north country A hey ho bonny o And he had daughters one, two, three The swans swim so bonny o These daughters they walked by the river's brim A hey ho bonny o The eldest pushed the youngest in The swans swim so bonny o Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand With a hey ho a bonny o And I will give you house and land The swans swim so bonny o I'll give you neither hand nor glove With a hey ho a bonny o Unless you give me your own true love The swans swim so bonny o Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam With a hey ho and a bonny o Until she came to a miller's dam The swans swim so bonny o The miller's daughter, dressed in red With a hey ho and a bonny o She went for some water to make some bread The swans swim so bonny o Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan With a hey ho and a bonny o It's very like a gentle woman The swans swim so bonny o They placed her on the bank to dry With a hey ho and a bonny o There came a harper passing by The swans swim so bonny o He made harp pins of her fingers fair With a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair The swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play alone The swans swim so bonny o He brought it to her father's hall With a hey ho and a bonny o And there was the court, assembled all The swans swim so bonny o He laid the harp upon a stone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play lone The swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my father the King With a hey ho and a bonny o And yonder sits my mother the Queen The swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my brother Hugh With a hey ho and a bonny o And by him William, sweet and true The swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my false sister, Anne With a hey ho and a bonny o Who drowned me for the sake of a man The swans swim so bonny o Upon a darkened night The flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest Shrouded by the night And by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes While all within lay quiet as the dead Oh night thou was my guide Oh night more loving than the rising sun Oh night that joined the lover To the beloved one Transforming each of them into the other Upon that misty night In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight Without a guide or light Than that which burned so deeply in my heart That fire t'was led me on And shone more bright than of the midday sun To where he waited still It was a place where no one else could come Within my pounding heart Which kept itself entirely for him He fell into his sleep Beneath the cedars all my love I gave And by the fortress walls The wind would brush his hair against his brow And with its smoothest hand Caressed my every sense it would allow I lost myself to him And laid my face upon my lovers breast And care and grief grew dim As in the mornings mist became the light There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair They're gathered in circles The lamps light their faces The crescent moon rocks in the sky The poets of drumming Keep heartbeats suspended The smoke swirls up and then dies Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror? Cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself You can look at each other Or you can look at the face, the face of your god The stories are woven And fortunes are told The truth is measured by the weight of your gold The magic lies scattered On rugs on the ground Faith is conjured in the night market's sound Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror? Cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself You can look at each other Or you can look at the face, the face of your god The lessons are written On parchments of paper They're carried by horse from the river Nile Says the shadowy voice In the firelight, the cobra Is casting the flame a winsome smile Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror? Cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself You can look at each other Or you can look at the face, the face of your god Stars were falling deep in the darkness As prayers rose softly, petals at dawn And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear So calmly you were calling your god Somewhere the sun rose, o'er dunes in the desert Such was the stillness, I ne'er felt before Was this the wuestion, pulling, pulling, pulling you In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there? Elsewhere a snowfall, the first in the winter Covered the ground as the bells filled the air You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there? In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there? Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And al the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee. There the Loves a circle go, The flaming circle of our days, Gyring, spiring to and fro In those great ignorant leafy ways; Remembering all that shaken hair And how the winged sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care; Beloved, gaze in thine own heart. Gaze no more in the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up before us when they pass, Or only gaze a little while; For there a fatal image grows That the stormy night receives, Roots half hidden under snows, Broken boughs and blackened leaves. For all things turn to barenness In the dim glass the demons hold, The glass of outer weariness, Made when God slept in times of old. There, through the broken branches, go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and stiff the wind, And shake their ragged wings: alas! Thy tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter glass. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. Remembering all that shaken hair And how the winged sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care: Beloved, gaze in thine own heart. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own; Which is most faint; now t'is true, I must here be confined by you, Or sent to Napels. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got And pardoned the deceiver, dwell In this bar island by your spell; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from your crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
They're gathered in circles
The lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
Keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then dies
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face, the face of your god
The stories are woven
And fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
On rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face, the face of your god
The lessons are written
On parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
Says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
Is casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face, the face of your god
she is the one ,,,, love and peac to you loreena
Υπέροχο τραγούδι, υπέροχη καί η παρουσίασή του. Μπράβο !!!
this one is right up there with The Mystic's Dream.
The Mask and Mirror ♪ official lyrics
A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is longing
All for the love of you
A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
Then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
Darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Now I feel you move
And every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you
A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is longing
All for the love of you
A farmer there lived in the north country
A hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
A hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
With a hey ho a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
The swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
With a hey ho a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
The swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Until she came to a miller's dam
The swans swim so bonny o
The miller's daughter, dressed in red
With a hey ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make some bread
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
With a hey ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
The swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
With a hey ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
The swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
With a hey ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
The swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And there was the court, assembled all
The swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play lone
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my father the King
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
The swans swim so bonny o
Upon a darkened night
The flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by the night
And by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
While all within lay quiet as the dead
Oh night thou was my guide
Oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
To the beloved one
Transforming each of them into the other
Upon that misty night
In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
Than that which burned so deeply in my heart
That fire t'was led me on
And shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
It was a place where no one else could come
Within my pounding heart
Which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
Beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress walls
The wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
Caressed my every sense it would allow
I lost myself to him
And laid my face upon my lovers breast
And care and grief grew dim
As in the mornings mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
They're gathered in circles
The lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
Keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then dies
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face, the face of your god
The stories are woven
And fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
On rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face, the face of your god
The lessons are written
On parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
Says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
Is casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face, the face of your god
Stars were falling deep in the darkness
As prayers rose softly, petals at dawn
And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear
So calmly you were calling your god
Somewhere the sun rose, o'er dunes in the desert
Such was the stillness, I ne'er felt before
Was this the wuestion, pulling, pulling, pulling you
In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
Elsewhere a snowfall, the first in the winter
Covered the ground as the bells filled the air
You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him
In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And al the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and stiff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint; now t'is true,
I must here be confined by you,
Or sent to Napels. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bar island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from your crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
what I don't understand is the song starts with gathered in circles, and not a clouded dream? something I don't see?
The reflection, knows-not' it's origin.
Still' shards cut, ever-more deeply.
By the shattering, of mirror.